Jason Davenport

I clicked my Instagram off as I heard Dad walk towards my room. I knew it was him because he was the only one who trudged through the house noisily. Well, it was his house anyway.

Ashley had gone to see her grandparents and stay over for the weekend.

Or so she said.

Of course I didn't believe her one bit. But I couldn't exactly follow her to Manhattan now, could I?

It still annoyed me how much Dad believed her. Trusted her. Wasn't it obvious enough that she was lying? Refusing to let my day be ruined by thoughts of Ashley, I pushed the thought aside and...